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Nov 2011
Nobody loves you like I do
Nobody knows you like I do
The birds sing their faintest lullabies
Whenever the orphans begin to cry
The words you say have scared me to death
And knocked me out until there was no life left
The sonnets are now fresh and warm...
While the sun seeps through the clouds
The ending of the prolonged thunderstorm
Simon Fletcher
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Simon Fletcher
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